A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331

Chapter 331

Third Person’s POV

Freya sat quietly for a long while before finally speaking.

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“It just happened when I was alone with Parker,” she said, her voice low. “I lost control of my

emotions for a moment.”

Kade frowned slightly. “Parker Williams… is that your brother Eric?”

“I don’t know,” Freya replied. “When I spoke to him earlier, I deliberately used a few gestures- subtle ones that only he and I would recognize–but he didn’t react.”

If her brother truly had some unavoidable reason, or was under surveillance and couldn’t speak freely, he would at least have responded to those signals.

But Parker hadn’t.

Not even a flicker of recognition.

“And when I asked him about the events from three years ago, he avoided the question,” she added.

“Then just get his DNA tested,” Kade suggested flatly.

“Blood, or a strand of hair with follicles–unless we drug him, it’s impossible to collect without him noticing,” Silas said calmly. “From what I’ve gathered, Parker rarely shows his strength, but he’s no easy opponent.”

Freya fell silent, her mind turning rapidly.

DNA testing was the most direct way.

But to extract a valid hair sample, she’d have to pluck three to five strands by the root using tweezers, making sure the samples weren’t contaminated.

And blood? That would be far too obvious.

As Silas said–unless Parker allowed it himself, or was rendered unconscious—it would be impossible.

Then suddenly, Freya looked up, eyes gleaming with a sudden idea.

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“There’s another way,” she said.

Kade blinked. “What way?”

“Strip him.”

Kade nearly choked. “What?”

Silas caught on immediately. “You mean to check his shoulder–for the scar.”

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Freya nodded firmly. “Yes. If he’s really my brother, even if he’s lost his memory, the scar will still be there.”

That scar… the one he’d received protecting her.

The one etched into her heart like a burn.

On the other side of the city, Parker sat on the couch in his hotel suite, his gaze lowered to the handkerchief in his hand.

It was the same one he had used to wipe Freya’s tears earlier.

There were faint traces of her scent and the salt of her sorrow clinging to the fabric.

His fingers brushed the tear–stained spot lightly.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, a strange heaviness settled in his chest.

“Parker,” Jenny said from across the room, her tone sharp, “that handkerchief’s filthy now–it touched that woman’s face. You should just throw it away.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Parker said quietly.

“What do you mean, not necessary?” Jenny frowned. “That woman–always throwing herself at men–she’s disgusting. I don’t know what Silas was thinking, letting someone like her be his girlfriend,”

Parker’s voice turned cold. “Jenny, I was the one who wiped her tears. And I told you before- she’s not that kind of woman.”

That woman’s eyes…

They weren’t the eyes of someone trying to flirt or attract him.

They looked at him with something far deeper.

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“Then let’s go back to the hotel room. Take your medicine and rest. We’ll be returning to the Capital in a week anyway, and once we’re back, you can have Doctor Reid check on you again,” Jenny said briskly.

He swallowed them without a word.

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He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.

But he couldn’t die.

Not here. Not yet.

There was someone waiting for him.

Someone he had to protect.

He had to survive–no matter what it took.

A sudden, primal instinct jolted him awake.

His muscles tensed; his wolf stirred within him.

Someone was in the room.

The lights were still off.

It wasn’t Jenny–she would have called out.

So who-

Before he could finish the thought, Parker moved, instincts sharper than reason.

In one swift motion, he leapt from the bed and struck at the intruder.

The figure countered, blocking his attack.

“Parker–wait! It’s me, Freya Thorne!” a woman’s voice gasped in the darkness.

He froze, hand stopping mid–strike.

“Freya?” His tone was sharp, wary. “Miss Thorne?”

“Yes.” Her voice was steady now.

The next moment, the light snapped on.

Parker’s eyes narrowed as he took in her figure–standing there, breathless but unafraid.

“Miss Thorne,” he said, his voice low, dangerously calm, “breaking into my room in the middle of the night… don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

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